The Gift Gloria Watts

It came by post,

sat on the hall carpet,

has sat, for more than an hour.

Wrapped in brown paper

with a pink ribbon bow

with the words –

‘To a loved one.’

How did I resist;

with fingers itching

with heart racing,

I declined – had too.

Or once again,

be beguiled by

words, tender words

to melt my heart.

And so it lay, and

lay, until the fine

pink ribbon bow

faded, the years passed.

It came by post,

sits on the hall carpet,

has sat, long forgotten, like

the love I once knew.

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Gloria Watts is a first time player in my dare and gave me mo bio or link, but I loved this poem. All of the entries for this dare were excellent and I couldn't pick honorable mentions. From a humors poem about regifting and mysterious story about a music box to an enchanting poem to a toast of memories and a heartfelt poem about a lost child. Watch for the next dare.

To Gloria, feel free to post a bio or link to your website in the comments below. Cheers,